watering hole

This is the Kalamunda Hotel, our local, dating back to 1902 built by one Paddy Connolly and typical in style of hotels Australia wide from that era.
Packed on a Thursday evening, especially in the summer when the sidewalks are chockers, apart from occasionl staggering merry makers there are supposedly ghosts traliing aroud the corridors.

Paddy aparently was a bit of a ladies man and seduced a young woman who committed suicide. One version has it she died in Room 24 and manifests as a grey figure walking through walls and as a young woman with long blonde hair dressed in a night gown. Lights glow in the room when unoccupied and the verandah outside the room is always chilly.
Another version is there are two ghosts. Paddy and his daughter who died in the attic and they 'walk' in the air between the two old buildings.

Even on a sunny, bright day or an evening with a fire burning, I always feel there is a melancholic air about the place.